STRIPTEASED (Roommate Reverse Harem Romance)

Knox stared up at me, and I could see his eyes gleaming even through the dark. He cupped my head, fisting my hair. “So soft,” he whispered. His hand was so large it was like wearing a warm helmet.

With a gentle pressure, he pulled me downward. That was all the encouragement I needed. I dipped my head and pressed my lips against his. Like every part of him, his mouth felt solid and unyielding—until his lips parted in an invitation to explore.

And that’s exactly what I did. Being on top made it easier for me to control the kiss, to take it at my own pace. Knox ran his hands up and down my back as I peppered his lips with small kisses, occasionally darting my tongue out.

Then he took over, tilting his head up to take my mouth while his hands moved lower. He cupped my ass and pressed me against him. I moaned, loving the way his huge hands felt as they roamed all over me.

Our kiss deepened until one long finger of his strayed down to my slit, the fabric of my panties already damp. I squealed and pressed myself against his finger, wanting to feel more. Knox obliged, pressing my panties into my folds. “That feels so good,” I murmured.

“Want to feel even better?” he whispered back.

“Yes.”

With a quick move, he reversed our positions, setting me on the bed and moving over me. The warmth from his body heated my flesh everywhere we touched, but he was careful not to put too much weight on me. He held himself up with one hand while the other plunged into my hair as we resumed our kiss.

He claimed my mouth with his own, wiping all thoughts from my mind. Then, with the hand that was still buried in my hair, he angled my head to get access to my throat. I moaned when his talented mouth moved there, nibbling and teasing.

My hips undulated under his, and I felt like a live wire, unable to settle down—because I wanted more. Much more.

Knox gave it to me. His hand left my hair and snaked its way under my sleep shirt. Then he palmed my breast, heat radiating from his touch. It felt incredible, like the way the water from a hot tub feels on your skin.

My nipples were already hard, but when his thumb and finger captured one, it felt as hard as a diamond. He grasped the edge of my shirt and lifted his head long enough to look down at me. I nodded in answer to his silent question.

Then my shirt was up over my head and discarded on the side of the bed. His mouth captured one hardened nipple while his hand moved to the other.

My moans could probably be heard throughout the house, but all I could think about was Knox, and how good it felt to be with him. At least until he’d thoroughly kissed each nipple and moved his head lower.

I froze, and he felt the tension in my body. He’d been kissing his way to my navel, but he stopped immediately and looked up.

“I, um…”

“Hasn’t anyone ever gone down on you?” he asked.

“Yes, but… I don’t really like it.”

“All right.” He sat up, one knee between my legs, and even though I was worried that I’d disappointed him, it still felt good pressed up against my core.

“What do you like?” His hands ran up and down my sides, cupping my breasts, then sliding down to my hips and back again. “Do you like to be touched there?”

“Yes.” Heat rushed to my face, but it was true.

“But just with fingers… not a mouth?”

“I guess,” I said, and Knox frowned like he was trying to figure something out. It dawned on me that my answer didn’t make much sense. What was the difference between a finger brushing across my sensitive clit and someone’s tongue? “My ex didn’t like to do that very much, and when he did, I always felt pressure to… to…”

“To perform?”

I let out the breath I’d been holding, relieved that he understood. “Yes.”

“You don’t ever have to perform or fake anything with me. If something doesn’t feel good, just tell me.”

I nodded. “He’d get impatient with me even though half the time, he wasn’t even licking where I needed him to…”

Knox chuckled. “So old Clint didn’t know how to find the clit? Why am I not surprised?”

I didn’t laugh. “I’d feel so much pressure to come that my body would clench up and that would make it even harder—I hated it.” Knox’s large hands were kneading the flesh of my hips, and it felt good even though I was still upset.

“Do you think you’d hate it if it were me down there? If you knew there was absolutely no need to pretend to feel something you didn’t and that we could stop at any time?”